monovox

There are days like yesterday that I am in such a heightened state that it seems as if the whole world turns me on... Light streaming through a window hitting a glass and splashing color across the tablesends shivers up my back. I become lost in the minutia of peoples movementchoreographed just right, their form and energy speaking volumes. The subtle complexity of my tea becoming a world unto itself as it touches my lips. I become captivated by the pattern created by the shadows crisscrossing the sidewalk and up the ochre wall arranged with such precision and care. The morning sun light reflecting, rolling and playing off the water tickles my spirit. I become caught and transfixed by a pretty girls dancing eyes in a moment that seems to last forever. My being becoming diffused into the wandering waft of lavender warmed in the sun... I make love to it all, caressing the light, rolling the color on my toungue, lingering delicately on the scents, embracing and teasing the eyes...